That looks like my brain feels this morning.
Me, too. We had a reasonably good night, but I’m still feeling fried.
Also, Tom is playing his horrific music in the kitchen while doing the dishes at the speed of glaciation. He doesn’t know it yet, but from now on, anyone who turns the radio (or other music) on without permission gets the next batch of dishes to do. I’m not even going to tell him, just wait to see if he intuits the cause and effect before the end of the week.
Elen, reading over my shoulder as I type, has been warned.